
nothing else makes you
feel waiting longer in time
than waiting for a bus to arrive
nothing makes a poet feel more
rejected than a chosen woman
who won’t react
to all his love poems
and having spent time between
sheets of cotton-clouds and
a wholesale store of words –
suddenly an unfortunate slip
on a porcelain floor
emerging naked from the
shadows of a temple’s inner
chamber
a priestess of aphrodite’s
cloud-cushioned bed
held up by seven muscular
dwarfs
nothing makes you feel more
complete
than her sexual attentions
when just as much time had
been allotted for waiting
but it feels like cut in half.
time.emit
zoltanzelan
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